Other people's daughters are sticky to their fathers, but Xiaohuahua is more sticky to the starlight.

"I'm coming, it's fine, it's not heavy." She's a strong woman.

Bai Lanwu came out of the house: "What's the matter?" Why is Xiaohuahua listless and not suitable for the first day of school? ”

"No, Mom, Xiaohuahua is in the school swimming pool, and she has a fish tail, and now she has a fever."

"Huh? This ......"

Bai Lanwu watched her daughter carry her granddaughter upstairs, and chased after her uneasily: "Do you want to call a doctor, Doctor Chang pushed your father to take a walk in the manor, I went to call Doctor Chang over, why don't you send the child to the hospital if you have a fever?" ”

Ye Xingguang has experience: "Mom, it's okay, I'll deal with it, I would have this situation when I was a child, first physically reduce the fever." ”

Bai Lanwu still felt sorry for her granddaughter: "Then I'll go and make some lean porridge for Xiaohuahua." ”

"Hmm."

Night Starlight carried Xiaohuahua to the master bedroom, lay down with her, and held her in his arms to let her sleep.

She remembers that when she was a child, she encountered this situation, which was to sleep under the quilt, which was probably a physiological discomfort reaction, and the fever could be reduced after sleeping for an hour or two.

Seeing Xiaohuahua's little face sleeping obediently with her eyes closed in her arms, she suddenly thought of herself when she was a child, and what she longed for most at that time was actually that her mother could hold her to sleep when she was uncomfortable.

The longings that were not received by the mother when she was a child, are now given to her daughter, and she has a strange feeling, as if it is salvation.

Ye Junqing walked in lightly, sitting next to the mother and daughter, his slender hand stroked the broken hair on the face of the night star, and his voice was very low: "What are you thinking?" ”

Night Starlight whispered: "I think my daughter is healing my childhood, when I was sick when I was a child, I especially wanted my mother to hold me like this, you go and be busy with yours, I am here to accompany her." ”

Yejun Qing didn't move at all, and his wide palm gently stroked her hair: "You accompany your daughter, I accompany you." ”

Seeing her gentle appearance of taking care of her daughter, Ye Junqing felt regretful: "It's a pity that you had a fever when you were a child, but I can't hold you in my arms like you hold Xiaohuahua." ”

She laughed: "We didn't know each other at the time. ”

Ye Junqing was even more regretful, obviously he lived in the imperial capital, and he knew Xia Yechao at that time, but he didn't know her.

"Do you still have regret medicine in your hand?"

Ye Xingguang spoke softly, afraid of disturbing her daughter: "What are you doing?" ”

"Give me one and let me go back to when I was a child, and when you were sick, I comforted you in my arms."

"I don't even know what day I had a fever when I was a child, and besides, I didn't look good when I was a child. ”

Yejunqing's eyes were full of the Champions League, and he lowered his eyes and lightly touched her forehead: "Who said you are not good-looking, in my eyes, no one is more beautiful than you." ”

"That's because I've changed from an ugly duckling to a white swan now, and if you see me when I was a child, you won't want to deal with me." In her voice, she unconsciously revealed a trace of inferiority.

Ye Junqing couldn't hear this, so he got up to look for regret medicine, he knew that she still had a spare one hidden, and rummaged through the cabinets: "Where?" I'm going to tell Xia Mao, when I was a child, how beautiful she was. ”

Night Starlight said: "Don't change the trajectory of our lives, when you come back, everything will be different." ”